The new aspirin¹ is a blue-blooded Burberry model

    With an Oxford² classics degree， but my migraine

    Flares³ beneath a canopy⁴ of melanoma-blurring sun

    What pains me is the plain human tangle⁵ on the L.I.E.

    And feeling the tricyclics fail me beneath the canopy of melanoma-blurring sun

    And the long pressed-out El Greco bodies stretched

    Liked colorless taffy in the studio and At the Night the States Have Ruined Me.

    Steroid weight gleams off my heart like a chubby⁶ Aaron Basha jewelry⁷ foot

    A poem that says "Reinvent the vomitorium！"

    And At Night the States have ruined me. I can persuade him

    To be alive and living in hotel rooms is dehumanizing.

    Inside of this I‘m passing out

    From bravery， dyspepsia， the Boy with an Arab Strap⁸

    In fluttering tremolo， the way an air of tremor⁹ lives in some bordeauxs but

    Like the Hamptoms rising from the pollutions mist—

    Something so Anglo-Saxon refusing to die or bonnet¹⁰ its frailty¹¹

    In layers of preservatives¹². Please somebody peel me dreamlessly aback

    To inhabit fleshly then brittle climates like a Giacometti fever dream